Springtime Scratch and Sniff

Here and now, in the Great Pacific Northwest of these Untied States of America, the Sun has passed the Equinox, and life has responded in fulsome abundance. (Yes, yes, I know, I know … Three Word Thursday was yesterday.) It flies through the air with the greatest of ease, the golden pollen on the warming spring breeze …

She:Honey! Make the itch go away!”

He: “No, dear, I’m not about to get your eyes memberships at the health club.”

She: “The health club?

He: “Look, honey, do you really want to know how heavy your eyes are? Even after they’ve worked out?”

She: “They’re not working out for me right now! They don’t need exercise, they need a priest!

He: “You got your eyes from Toyota? So that’s how come they need to be recalled.”

She: “Do you recall the meaning of the word ‘sympathy’?”

He: “But, dear, you’re surrounded by it. What more do you need than the symphony of the trees?”

She: “Not symphony, sympathy. And if the trees had any, they’d stop with the pollen drop already and give me back my face!